Hi all, My husband, Ed, complains about being constantly fatigued, not having the energy to walk more than a little way, and must use his cane. When he goes anywhere in his car, I go with him, and go into facilities and whatnot, to do his business. When we go into his bank, I wait in line and sometimes there are 12 people in front of me. $%$#@ I am getting a bit stronger, but must still do my "being Ed's legs" duty. I talk to my inner self every night before I go to bed. thank myself for keeping the fear and panic away. This was plaguing me until I started these talks. I'd wake up screaming. Many years ago, when the genius (not a joke, he was brilliant), my first husband, Jay, was ill for the first time, I would have nightmares. I'd also wake up and have huge hallucinations. So one day I looked in the mirror and spoke to my inner self, to wit: "I don't know what you think you're doing, but just remember, if I go, you go too," and that night the hallucination was really tiny. So I kept that in mind and, periodically, I talk to myself and it helps. I must have said so, but I remind everyone, that Jay died in 1992. I keep his photo on my piano, my "poet's corner". I named it after the one in Westminster Abbey in London where the body of Handel (the composer) is buried. xx, Teal